Midnight Bookstore Chapter 115 – Qingming Festival

Zhou Ze and the old Daoist priest followed the screams and found the floor. Because Zhou Ze's legs were not convenient, when they arrived, there were already quite a number of people gathered there. The family members of the patients who were accompanying the bed also came out to watch the commotion.

There were even some patients in patient clothes who held their IV drip bottles in one hand and leaned against the wall to eat the melon with the other. They had a deep understanding of what it meant to have a life of its own and to enjoy the show.

There were a few nurses consoling a girl nearby, and someone was calling the hospital's security. The security should be here soon.

As Zhou Ze was also wearing a white coat, he easily squeezed through the crowd with the old Daoist priest and walked inside.

On the ground was a pool of yellowish-brown pus, and there was something that looked like an egg yolk floating there. Those who did not know would think that someone had peeled the egg and thrown it inside. Only Zhou Ze knew that this thing was actually a human eyeball.

“Boss, this guy's water is broken.”

The old Daoist priest whispered in Zhou Ze's ear.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. The more critical a situation was, the more the old Daoist liked to be muddle-headed. This might be a mechanism of self-protection in a tense situation. He could not help but relax at times of nervousness.

Zhou Ze then reached out his index finger and stirred the pus below.

When the old Daoist saw this, he squatted down and used his fingers to stir the mixture. Honestly, this thing was too disgusting, but since the boss was already in such a state, he could only follow.

It had to be said that the old Daoist priest was a very ambitious person. Whether it was when he was with the previous boss or this Boss Ren, he had a strong desire to learn and imitate.

Then, the old Daoist priest saw a scene where he wished he could spit out his supper. Zhou Ze actually placed his middle finger in his mouth and sucked it. Then, he lowered his head and pondered, as if trying to differentiate the ingredients.

At the same time…

He even smacked his lips.

So hardworking?

What's that smell?

The old Daoist hesitated for a moment.

In a short period of time, he had made many attempts to resist, but in the end,

He also placed the finger that had just been mixed with the pus into his mouth. He tasted it, and the taste was overwhelming. The fishy taste exploded in his mouth, and it was even more spicy than white wine.

There was even the smell of old seafood, a smell that most boys knew.

The old Daoist priest's face was about to turn green, but when he saw that his boss was still deep in thought with his usual expression, he felt an inexplicable sense of admiration for Zhou Ze.

To be able to endure such a taste, he was really inhumane!

Zhou Ze turned his head and saw the old Daoist priest's miserable face. He looked at the liquid on the old Daoist priest's fingertips and asked in surprise,

“What are you doing?”

The old Daoist priest patted his chest gently and said tragically, “Shennong tastes the herbs. I can naturally do what you can do, Boss.”

Zhou Ze nodded and smiled.

The old Daoist priest felt flattered. It was as if he had finally been recognized by his boss. It was like Patriarch Subhuti had knocked Sun Wukong's head three times.

“I used my index finger to stir, and the middle finger was placed in my mouth.

Zhou Ze waved his finger at the old Daoist priest and continued,

“There were leeks stuck between my teeth when I was eating supper. I was just picking them out. Who's crazy enough to taste this stuff? Is it torture?”

The old Daoist priest wanted to say something else, but his stomach immediately started to spasm. He pushed away the crowd and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

Zhou Ze rubbed his chin silently. The frightened girl was still sitting in the room, and a few nurses were consoling her. Zhou Ze did not ask about the girl. After all, he had experienced something similar in the morgue.

However, there were some things that were insignificant to him, but to normal people, they were shocking enough.

The dead body suddenly sat up.

The fatal injury came from the extremely sharp nails that could be used as sharp weapons.

In the end, the corpse turned into pus.

Everything indicated that the killer was not an ordinary person, but a devil hiding in the dark. In fact, ever since Zhou Ze became a ghost operator, he had never met such a mysterious and resourceful opponent.

That thing could not be treated as a normal Specter.

Zhou Ze stood up and walked to the other end of the corridor. He took out his phone and called Tang s.h.i.+.

“h.e.l.lo.” Tang s.h.i.+'s voice was as cold as usual.

“Do me a favor. There seems to be a… wild zombie here.”

“You can look for plants.”

In other words, she was too busy to care.

“Then help me call for Bai Yingying to come to the hospital.”

“No problem.”

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ze once again felt that it was a wrong decision to keep Tang s.h.i.+ by his side. This woman was simply a vase.

Yingying was still the best.

They were both women, and they were not living people. How could the difference be so great?

The old Daoist priest vomited all the acid in his stomach. He walked out of the bathroom and came to Zhou Ze's side. He grumbled,

“Why would that thing do something like that?”

“He did it on purpose,” Zhou Ze said.

“Those who were killed by him will turn into zombies? Heh, this is similar to the Hong Kong zombie movies in the eighties and nineties. Those who were bitten by zombies will turn into zombies as well.”

As he said that, the old Daoist priest looked into Zhou Ze's eyes, eager to give it a try.

“What are you looking at?”

“Er, boss, I have a small request. Can zombies become like whiteingale?”

“Just tell me your purpose. Don't beat around the bush.”

“Eh, cough cough… What I mean is, Boss, I'm already old. I might one day join the Western Paradise.”

“You're a Daoist priest, not a monk.”

“Er, that means you have ascended to immortality. But I'm worried that if I leave, who will take care of you?”

“…” Zhou Ze.

“So, Boss, if that day comes, can you help me bite it?”

“I find it disgusting.”

Can we still be friends happily!?

“It's not as bad as you think. Even a bite from a zombie can't turn you into a zombie. If you don't believe me, you can ask the whiteingale to bite your neck. Other than the poison that will speed up your legs, I promise there will be no other effect.

“As for becoming a zombie, you might as well choose the grave of a great evil and bury yourself there. Perhaps after a hundred years, you will be able to jump out. However, the you after that has nothing to do with the you now. You are a new life.”

“The movies are all lies?”

“What do you think?”

The old Daoist priest was a little disappointed. He had originally thought that he had found a way to extend his life, but who knew that this would be the outcome. However, the old Daoist priest still did not give up and said,

“Then what's going on with these two?”

“What's the ending?” Zhou Ze asked. “It split open, and all the bones and organs turned into pus.”

“Why is that?”

“Because they were used as nourishment and absorbed by others. Didn't they turn into zombies? Taking ten thousand steps back, are you willing to do something like that?”

“Will he continue to kill?” the old Daoist priest asked worriedly.

“If he's not full.” Zhou Ze pursed his lips. “Of course, even if he's full, he'll still be hungry.”

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of something and said to the old Daoist, “Help me find out what happened to the other corpses. Did something similar happen…”

At that moment, his phone rang. Zhou Ze picked it up and realized that the caller ID was “w.a.n.g Ke”.

Zhou Ze hadn't contacted w.a.n.g Ke since the incident of “eating meat”, and w.a.n.g Ke had promised him that he wouldn't take the initiative to contact him.

“h.e.l.lo.” Zhou Ze still picked up the call.

“I'm sorry I have to go back on my word, but I think you'll be interested in this.” w.a.n.g Ke's voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Speak.”

“Have you heard about the ma.s.s death at that small hospital?”

Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the pool of pus behind him.

“I just heard.”

“I'm a part-time consultant at the police station. I usually help with psychological profiling, but this time, it's very serious. I was also invited to help. Based on the current known conditions, I want to copy some of the murderer's psychological and physical characteristics. Hehe, for this, I drew a sketch. Do you want to take a look?”

“Okay.”

Ding dong…

There was a notification from WeChat.

Zhou Ze ended the call and opened WeChat.

This was a very sloppy sketch, but the character in it made Zhou Ze's pupils shrink.

“Are you kidding me?” Zhou Ze asked.

“Hehe, I don't believe it's you, but the person that I drew based on the known conditions and clues really does look like you. How about it? I'm not begging you this time. I'm just asking you, are you interested?”

“What interest?”

“I have all the information that the police have investigated.” w.a.n.g Ke rubbed the s.p.a.ce between his brows and said with slight exhaustion,” Even though I really don't want to admit it and feel slightly helpless, I feel more and more that the culprit might not be a human.”

“Are you at the police station?”

“No, I'm at home. You can come over to my place. The files and the latest information will be gathered here.” w.a.n.g Ke paused for a moment and said,” Besides that, I'm still cooking meat soup for supper. You can come over and have some.”

Zhou Ze ignored the latter part and said, “I'll come over.”

Zhou Ze was about to hang up when w.a.n.g Ke's voice came again. “Don't hang up yet.”

“Anything else?”

“Yes, I didn't have the chance to say that to others before. Saying such words isn't good for others either. It's like scolding someone.

But this time, it's a rare opportunity. This is the first time I'm saying this to someone.

Happy Qingming Festival. “